Gritty
He has passion and perseverance, known to be quite courageous in the process and can speak up to interrogate someone/thing with questionable values or methods, even if it may not be a question they'd want to hear in the first place, simply because he doesn't "beat around the bush". He isn't satisfied until he gets to the bottom of a situation with a proper conclusion.Suave
Flood is known to be courteous and elegant or otherwise gracious and sophisticated. Silver tongued, so to speak. He knows how to go about "buttering" someone up with his particular vocabulary and is aware he can be more appealing than others.Liberal
He is willing to respect or accept behavior or opinions different from one's own and is open to new ideas, so long as it doesn't affect him directly in a negative way.Alert
He's extremely aware of what is going on with his surroundings, and is often ready to quickly respond to a possibly dangerous situation.Steadfast
Firm and determined in a belief or a position. Loyal to his Clan and their cause.Stoic
Can endure pain or hardship without showing their feelings or complaining.Impatient(More traits will uncover as he sets roots within the roleplay)

Plotting

🏞️ Flood's Prompts 🏞️

Battle Prowess

★★★★★★★★☆☆

Agility

★★★★★★☆☆☆☆

Stealth

★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆

Climbing

★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Swimming

★★★★★★★★★☆

Tracking

★★★★★★☆☆☆☆

Herbology

★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Intellect

★★★★★★★★☆☆

ThunderClan

RiverClan

ShadowClan

WindClan

Outsiders

Dark Forest

The beginnings of Flood’s history wasn’t exactly a happy one. While his mother, Peachbloom, was overjoyed to have birthed three beautiful kits in her first litter, their father, Ridgedgash, wasn’t even present at the event. By the time her pregnancy had come full-circle, she was left to tackle parenthood on her own. The reason for this was that when she and Ridgedgash had first courted, they were actually quite young - they had a rare budding romance in the late trainings of their apprenticeships and, following the ceremony of becoming full-fledged warriors, it quickly blossomed into something more.
Peachbloom was head-over-tail for the newfound and intense love of her life. So much so, infact, that she would sometimes delay from her warrior duties in order to make more time for her tom. It wasn’t uncommon for them to frolic and make-off together down by the brooks of the territory. She just couldn’t seem to be sated with his company.
This was unfortunate for her, however, because while she was thriving in the thought of settling down and daydreaming the possibilities of the kits that they could have, Ridgedgash actually had other plans. He wanted to take their time and pursue their places in their warriorhoods now that they’re a working part of their Clan. He wanted to strive for excellence and better his skills in order to really prove his worth. Needless to say, there was no rush in his mind for kits just yet - so much had to be done! Of course, this proved to only go one way or the other…
A few more moons had passed when Peachbloom was bouncing for joy over to her tom, splurging the great news: She was expecting and they’ll become a family soon!
Ridgedgash’s heart dropped into his stomach. He asked her if she was sure that they were his, to which Peachbloom suddenly became confused and offended in his questioning of her loyalty. He told her that they thought they agreed on having more time to prepare before following through on starting a family and Peachbloom pointed out that, obviously, things had changed. He was anxious and upset with her - himself, too, that all of a sudden it felt as though his life had been blasted forward to a place he had no idea where to set foot on. He told Peachbloom that he needed time for his mind to process the whole situation, to leave him be so he could think.
Peachbloom, appalled, had started to call after him when he turned tail to go, yowling that they could figure it out and that he had her to lean on, but he had already dove into some heavy shrubbery and she was left there, alone, with a belly full of kits.
Figuring he’d return soon when things had sunk in properly, Peachbloom went against her gut instinct to chase after him and went back into her den, curling up in the nest to wait.
She waited. And waited.
Soon enough the sun had started to duck down past the treeline, the skies red and orange in welcoming the night. Peachbloom, all the while, became increasingly anxious as she stayed awake for her tom… Her tom that would never return.
Searches were made the next morning, various patrols sent out to look for Ridgedgash in hopes that he had simply taken a tumble or was taking refuge in a nearby abandoned den. RiverClan called his name, but they received no response. Ridgedgash was gone. Being a part of a Clan that emphasized the meaning of courtship and true love, it was disheartening for the cats to learn that Peachbloom would have to make this new journey alone, and even moreso for the young queen herself to battle the loss of the one she loved while also trying to remain strong for her kits.
Against all odds and with the heavy lean-on of others, Peachbloom had pulled through and gave birth to three kits - Algaekit, Floodkit, and Poppykit.

As soon as the kits were of-age to start on a new path in their lives, each of them were eager to begin the discovery of where they belonged in RiverClan. Assigned to their mentors, they were quick to start on shadowing patrols and learning the ways of their Clan. Floodpaw, in particular, was given a tom dubbed ‘Sunkenbrook’ as his mentor who was particularly keen on introducing the multi-colored apprentice to one of the cores of the Clan - the water.
Spars, tracking and hunting came into the picture as well as any other apprentice should learn, but Floodpaw’s mentor was dead set on drilling the ways of the rivers, streams, lakes, and ponds into the young tom’s head. They started off with the basics - paddling across the tops of the water, which proved to be an initial issue when Floodpaw’s fur was so thick and held so much of it. Admittedly he ended up sinking once or twice, Sunkenbrook quickly retrieving the apprentice from the depths as he swam alongside him. Each time they lugged back to the shores, Floodpaw ended up collapsing in the mud from how heavy his pelt became, struggling to stand.
“This is how all RiverClan cats start out,” Sunkenbrook informed his apprentice. “Until they become conditioned to being familiar with the weight. You see, Floodpaw, it’s not just the weight of the pelt you’ll be carrying as soon as you leave these waters as a warrior, but the weight of RiverClan itself will depend on you to keep it afloat. Your pelt is just a reminder of that weight, and these rivers a daily test of your core and diligence to your cause. Other Clans speak of us as being lazy simply because we’re able to make smarter maneuvers to get to where we need to be - they see long, soaking fur going where they believe no cat belongs, but little do they know that we are the water. We are the river that clings to our fur. We are RiverClan!”
In the moons that followed, something inside Floodpaw had stirred. Ever since Sunkenbrook had given him that lesson, his words had stuck in his mind like foam along the shoreline - bubbling evermore. He became persistent in bettering his ways in the water, learning its currents and ripples and feeling it like the wind when he ran on land within his fur. Each morning whenever Sunkenbrook informed him it would be a water lesson he was thrilled to participate. Soon enough, he wasn’t just known as “Floodpaw” for the washed out colors in his fur, but for how adamantly trained he became as soon as his paws dove under the surface.
[More to be written soon enough, wee lurker!]